Kya gaandfaad sunder hai bc. Or figure bhi aisa ki ager koi merta hua insaan bhi uth khada ho usse chodne k liye. Ab mere dimaag me wo baith chuki thi... Sex k baad bhi kaayi baar wo dimaag me aati toh usse yaad ker k masturbate kiye bina main nahi rehe hi nahi pata. Kuch mahine nikale. Maine kabhi dhyaan nahi dia tha per unke husband or unke beech me bohot ladai jhagada reheta tha. Kyun ki uncle bohot drink kerte thy or unke bhaiyo ne unhe chutiya bana k almost sab kuch loot liya tha.Ab kaam. Too much more and I might have killed him though. I got home and just sat in my car. I was waiting for the cop cars to pull up, but they never did.Later, after I showered and bandaged up my cut knuckles, I ate a simple dinner and went to bed. I felt better than I had in months. Maybe I should have found that ass a long time ago. I know that when my fists had hit his face each solid hit had felt... well... right. Good. Very good.The next day being a Saturday, I hung around home and worked in my. I sat in my car until I knew her plane had taken off and then headed home.It was fairly late when I got back to my neighborhood. Rounding the corner to my house I thought I might pour myself a drink and sit outside and look at the stars. Just relax, listen to some music and zone out. When I pulled into the driveway and spotted Alex on the front porch of my house, I had a feeling my relaxing night had just been thrown out of the window.I was a rare mix of surprised, confused, and excited. When I. ‘Two o’clock you said, and two o’clock it is, Peter,’ said one, looking at her watch. Her sister joined in. ‘Poor Jennifer! I’ll bet you have led her a merry dance, Peter. You have no consideration!’ and his two Tamil sisters began to berate him for his lack of attention to the needs of his wife. ‘Come on Jennifer, let’s eat. I’ll bet all he’s eaten is that chili dish of his. How he doesn’t burn his tongue we’ll never know, but does it make him hot stuff?’ Jennifer tried to answer but couldn’t.